It is currently 16:24 Pacific Time on Mon Apr 11 2005.
Currently the moon is in the waxing New Moon phase (18% full).
Currently in Saint Claire, it is partly sunny. The temperature is 47 degrees
      Fahrenheit (8 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the 
      east at 13 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.05 and falling, and 
      the relative humidity is 76 percent. The dewpoint is 40 degrees 
      Fahrenheit (4 degrees Celsius.)

Safehouse: GW Main Area
Like the public safehouse, the foyer of the Glass Walker's private area is set
      off from the living room by a four-foot-high half-wall. The steps to the 
      second floor disappear off to the left, mirroring the other set. There 
      the similarities end - where the public area is painted unoriginal white, 
      the walls of the Walker house are a dusty pastel teal above polished 
      maple hardwood floors. A hallway leads back toward the kitchen, pausing 
      at a computer room on the left outfitted with enough bells and whistles 
      to satisfy a small LAN party. At the back of the house, through an arch, 
      the kitchen is big enough to comfortably allow two active cooks and 
      boasts a half-sized refrigerator and full pantry in addition to the usual 
      stove/fridge/sink combination. A dining room, nearly as large as the 
      kitchen, is set off by another half-wall like the one in the foyer. The 
      furniture throughout the house is in better condition than next door, 
      though only a few pieces are close to new.
Stairs in the foyer lead up to the second floor, while a doorway tucked under
      the curve of the stairs heads down to the basement. A heavy door in the 
      foyer with a monitor and intercom beside it goes back to the area set up 
      for communal use by the Sept's Garou.

Jon, hearing Kevin and Natalie moving around in the kitchen, doesn't interrupt,
      but does begin to hum something under his breath as he approaches it. The 
      observant may recognize it as Rob Zombie.
Natalie says "Huh?" pushing back from the table and standing. "What do you
      mean, a strange man?" Even so she waves for the cub to stay there, while 
      she heads to the hallway to intercept Kevin's bogeyman. As soon as she 
      rounds the corner her anticipatory scowl drops away, leaving behind a 
      bright as daylight beam aimed straight at Jon. "Hey sweetie. You skip out 
      of work early?"
Jeremy enters the common area through the door connecting to the Safehouse.
Grey comes home sometime around this time, shrugging out of his coat and
      hanging it up as the door leading to the rest of the house sswings shut 
      behind him. He's not humming, he's not smiling, and he didn't really pay 
      much attention to shaving this morning, either. His usual mood these 
      days, in other words.
Jon's humming cuts off as he gives Natalie a slight smile and a return, "Hey,"
      approaching her to give her a quick kiss on the mouth before pulling back 
      to speak once more. "Since I worked over the weekend, I decided to take 
      off at 3 this afternoon. What's going on?" he asks, looking towards the 
      kitchen questioningly.
Kevin remains as bidden in the kitchen. A faint noise of surprise may be heard
      from him as he overhears Nat dub Jon 'sweetie'.
"You're a rebel," Nat tells the stranger fondly, turning so she can slip a hand
      into his. "Teaching Kevin how to bake cookies. --You've met Kevin, 
      haven't you? Cripes, I guess you haven't." She nods to the thunderstruck 
      cub. "Kevin Lockwood, lost cub and Ragabash. Kevin, this is Jon Stark, my 
      boyfriend. He's the one who put up most of the money for the house. --Did 
      you find the chips, kiddo?" She and Jon occupy the space in the kitchen 
      right in front of the hallway, while Kevin is lingering in the dining 
      room, a red-bound book in hand.
Heading into the house a bit after Thomas is Jeremy, still in his work clothes,
      with the exception that he is wearing his trench coat as usual when he's 
      off the clock. He is carrying a back pack around his shoulder, his hair 
      stuffed under a company hat, twisted backwards.
Kevin sidles out of the dining room, the book held tightly in his hands, one
      finger marking his place still. He looks at Jon more as though Natalie 
      has just introduced him as Marley's Ghost, than as her boyfriend. One can 
      almost see the little wheels turning in his head. Jeremy and Grey both 
      get a quick blink and a flash of smile from the boy, but no more.
Grey's mouth thins into a hard line, the cheery, homey mood of the house
      hitting hard into his own dour mood and bouncing off like a rubber ball 
      off a Panzer tank. Bypassing the kitchen and the cookie-making entirely, 
      he stalks into the living room and drops himself onto the couch.
Jon gives a quick glance over his shoulder at the sound of Grey and Jeremy's
      arrival, the latter getting a brief grin, before turning back to the cub, 
      disentangling his right hand from Natalie's to offer it out to the boy. 
      "Nice to meet you, Kevin," he says with warm politeness. "I'm sorry we 
      haven't been able to meet before now, work's had me busy."
Natalie makes a little moue when Jon's hand leaves hers, but she heads over to
      the cabinet where they keep all their baking supplies, letting the two 
      get to know each other. "Hopefully in a few days we can let Cy out of the 
      basement. She's a Philodox, assuming she didn't lie to me about her age." 
      She probably hasn't noticed the entrance of Jeremy and Thomas.
"Hey Kevin." Jeremy calls over to the young boy as he wiggles his fingers
      slightly, offering up Jon a quick, return grin. "I gotcha something." He 
      says, shifting his bag a bit off his shoulder, letting it sink down to 
      his feet.
Kevin uses the hand that's not clutching the cookbook in a deathgrip to take
      Jon's and shake it firmly enough, responding in equally polite if nervous 
      tones. "Hello Jon, nice to meet you." He hovers between Jon and the 
      kitchen area as though unsure whether to attend to one or the other, 
      until Jeremy breaks his indecision and earns the British boy's eternal 
      gratitude. "Ooh?" He trots over to the gothkin, finger still shut in the 
      cookbook, to seek enlightenment.
In the living room, Grey picks up the remote and turns on CNN. He's not hiding
      in his room, but he's still being anti-social.
As Kevin is distracted by the other Kinfolk, Jon smiles as he passes, and
      continues the look over his shoulder to where Grey is in the living room, 
      before turning his glance back to Natalie. "So, I don't want to pull you 
      away from all this, but I was thinking about going out to dinner, and 
      wondering if you wanted to join me."
Natalie turns and makes a face when the cookbook disappears down the hall. She
      turns at Jon's question, head cocked to one side, expression lightening. 
      "I'd love to. Of course. --But I was going to teach Kev how to make 
      cookies, and Grey might have plans. If you feel up to cookie-lessons, I 
      can go run upstairs and see if he's playing hermit."
"Hey, I picked you up something at my old work when I was visiting some buds,
      found some stuff I thought you may like, then I kind of remembered you 
      didn't have a computer." Jeremy pauses as he then glances over in 
      Natalie's direction. "So.. I was going to give you the one that I had 
      laying around but I figured it'd be best to get permission first." He 
      wets his lips a bit, tongue ring clicking against his teeth.
Kevin's face splits into a surprised smile. He cranes round to follow Jer's
      gaze in the direction of Natalie, waiting with the kinfolk for the 
      elder's thoughts on the matter.
Jon looks back in the direction of the living room at Natalie's words,
      informing, "He's in the living room watching TV."

Natalie pages to the room: Reality check: Grey's in the living room, watching
      TV and sulking. Jeremy and Kevin are in the hallway, Jon is right inside 
      the kitchen, and Nat's on the far side of the kitchen, yes? 'Cause if 
      that's true, Jeremy and Kevin can stare expectantly at Nat all they like, 
      and she can't see them. Her X-ray vision glasses are at the shop. ;)

Color the Elder pleasantly surprised. "Oh, is he? I'll just go ask him now,
      then." She leaves off emptying the shelves to cross the kitchen and 
      'accidentally' brush up against Jon as she passes, only to be brought up 
      short by the cub-and-kin traffic jam in the hallway. "'Scuse me," she 
      offers as she picks her way past the two, her sights set on the front 
      rooms.
Jeremy shuffles out of Natalie's way as she slips past, bumping into Kevin a
      bit. "So um... is it OK for Kevin to have a laptop yet?" He asks the 
      quickly departing Elder, shifting his gaze to the cub for a moment, then 
      drops his shoulders in a shrug.
Kevin stands close against Jeremy to allow Nat to sweep through. He makes puppy
      eyes at Natalie, though whether she actually looks at him to see them is 
      another matter.
Jon turns in his spot to watch Natalie go, but seems content to remain where he
      is, leaning a shoulder up against a wall near the doorway of the kitchen.
Grey puts up an excellent facade of paying attention to the television, though
      CNN wasn't able to capture his attention for more than a few minutes. 
      He's flipping channels now.
Natalie pulls up short at the question, looking first at Jeremy, then back at
      Kevin before her eyes flip back to the kin. "What? Oh sure. I was 
      thinking of giving him Josh's old one, but I don't know where that got 
      to." A quick, distracted smile and she continues on to the living room 
      where she waits through two channel-flips before clearing her throat. 
      "--You have any plans tonight, Thomas?"
"Cool." Jeremy says as he hands the laptop bag over to Kevin, raising up a
      brow. "Here, this is yours then. Its my old four year old iBook. One of 
      the first twelve inches with the white casing. The software is updated 
      and I bought you a how to speak japanese software package and loaded it 
      on there. So you and I can have a secret code." He says with a wink.
History Channel. Look, Nazis! Grey glances up, giving Natalie a hooded look.
      "Not as such," he says slowly, guardedly.
Kevin takes the bag from Jeremy in one hand, the hand not occupied with the
      cookery book. "Monster!" he exclaims. "Jeremy... thanks. Secret code!" He 
      laughs, in slightly exaggeratedly silly style. "I'll just leave it here 
      for now, I've got cookies to learn to bake..." Dropping off the bag with 
      care by the wall, he trots back into the kitchen happily.
"Then would you mind sticking around for cub-sitting at supper?" Nat asks, all
      open and artless, the complete opposite from the Philodox. "Jon wanted to 
      take me out, but since I've been dumping on you the last few days I 
      figured you've got first crack at some free time."
A brief flicker of a smile touches Jeremy's lips at the cub's happiness, then
      glances around the room for a moment, blue eyes searching behind thin 
      rimmed glasses.
Grey shrugs faintly and turns back to the television screen, for some reason
      finding the Nazis to be terribly fascinating at the moment. "No problem," 
      he says curtly.
Natalie hesitates a moment longer before nodding. "Thanks. --Fresh cookies in a
      bit." She hovers at the entry for a few seconds while the solemn-voiced 
      announcer drones on about the Gestapo in 1941, then ducks back down the 
      hall to join Jon and Kevin back in the kitchen.
After a few silent moments, Jeremy makes his way to the other room and peers in
      at Grey, offering a slight wiggle of his fingers into his direction. "... 
      Um.. Hey Thomas."
Grey glances over long enough to register the gothkin's presence. "Jeremy."
Jeremy leans into the doorway some and lets out a quiet breath. ".. So.. maybe
      you'd like to go to the shooting range tomorrow or something with me and 
      knock down a few targets?"
Grey grimaces at the television and switches the channel again. A game show in
      Spanish. Flip. A cartoon kid and two cartoon fairies. Flip. A blonde girl 
      beating up vampires. "Got some work to do tomorrow, unfortunately."
".. AH.." Jeremy says as he ponders for a moment. "... Well, when is your next
      free day?" He asks curiously.
"Probably Saturday," answers the Philodox without looking over.
"Oh, so.. Saturday, maybe we can?" Jeremy asks as he peers over at the Walker,
      furrowing his brows some. "Or maybe we can do something else.. I dunno, 
      get dinner, talk... catch up.... help pick out names for the twins.."
The muscles in Grey's jaw tighten subtly as he takes a grip on his temper.
      "We'll see." He cuts a flat look over at the kinfolk, unsmiling. "Forgive 
      me, Jeremy, but I'm really not feeling particularly chatty tonight."
".. Yeah.. alright.." Jeremy says as he rubs the back of his neck slightly,
      then turns and ducks back out, his voice calling out. ".. See ya later 
      bro.. "
Grey grunts something vaguely like a farewell.